tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50781080298034638262011-04-14T00:01:27.998+05:30Ink Imprints.....it left a mark.Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-59159161871038373852011-04-12T06:43:00.000+05:302011-04-12T06:43:32.677+05:30Facebook: Age No Bar =/Yeah..so here i am cribbing about facebook again.<br />No,i have no issues with Mark Zuckerberg neither do i have any issues with facebook (except for that there is no option STOPPING people to tag you in nonsense pics).<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fxWXruIcKXo/TaOmpuF4sDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/sDXSnA73Jk0/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="168" width="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fxWXruIcKXo/TaOmpuF4sDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/sDXSnA73Jk0/s320/images.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />What annoys me is the presence of school going kids on facebook.I had a mail id and these social networking accounts when i begun college.No, am trying to act granny-ish here,but it is a fact that such social networking at such small age is not going to do any good to kids. I can still bear a senior secondary kid around, but a kid merely 11 having FB account...where is this world going.<br /><br />Are we oldies (not literally) not enough, why push li'l kids to be socially "liked".I see kids uploading pictures incessantly,adding people they have never met,talking in the oh-so-cool way.They are pushing things,acting,as they assume we, the oldies do.<br /><br />My nephew and neice, both 11 (who by the way are elder to me considering their facebook DOB) are comparatively more active than me and it is my <b>DUTY</b> to check there facebook accounts every now and then and make sure nothing inappropriate is happening. (ME being the root cause of their introduction to facebook =( ).<br /><br />I have tried changing their passwords, almost every possible trick to stop them from using it, but guess these days kids are born smart *sigh*<br /><br />I wish,there was someway that this could be regulated.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-5915916187103837385?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/_RgCSDK9L1A" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com6http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2011/04/facebook-age-no-bar.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-57775609011610246052011-04-09T02:07:00.001+05:302011-04-09T03:20:42.495+05:30To all the LOSERS against Anna HazareI came across <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/People-against-Hazare/165083643548896">this</a> facebook fan page...and my first reaction, such attention seeker.<br /><br /><br /><br />Right now, there are around 20 odd people "liking" the page, posting about how anti-democratic Hazare's action are, that this is "merely another spineless effort by a toothless Indian Government".<br /><br />These twenty odd people might be very bright, are very versed with the constitution and laws as they are all future lawyers, but does that mean these billion people supporting this cause are all douches..who have no knowledge what so ever.Everybody in the crowd would not be aware of the constitution about what this Lokpal bill is about and what are its contents, but there must be few, well read people, may be lawyers, who know the law and order much better than the law students and still support it.And even the man sitting next to Hazare is a well renowned lawyer who has been the law minister during BJP's government.<br /><br />Yes, i agree his ways might be kiddish,it does seem like a four year kid wants his favorite toy, but has the patient wait paid..?!? As per my knowledge, its already been 42 years, how much more should we wait. And all this old man wants is to set up a committee which has public representatives and not just politicians and prepare a draft, he isn't asking it to be a law overnight.These anti-Hazare people are saying that the bill should be debated, so what else is this old man saying...set up a committee, the committee members would discuss what all points should be there and then it'll be sent to parliament, where it'll be debated again.<br /><br />This guy has been raving about RTI and how people should ask for information about this issue and not emotionally blackmail, somehow i guess he forgot, it was this guys efforts and today he is enjoying the perks of RTI.<br /><br />When i heard about the powers of this institution even i said, why give so much power to one institution (it can summon any corrupt individual, even Prime Minister), giving so much power invites corruption.But then, when we have trusted so many governments despite of knowing that none of their promises would ever be executed, then why not trust the "law", that is in our favor.<br /><br />The only thing i would like these losers to know is, it is easy to condemn else's efforts, its even more easier to create a facebook fan page and get attention, what is difficult is unite a billion people for one issue, it is difficult to have that effect, it is difficult to be selfless.It's easy to talk, its easier to crib, its even more easy to find flaws in somebody, but if you have so much of knowledge, and if you think you are so capable,why didn't you do this, why didn't you stand up and fight against corruption.<br /><br />And this mass protest, for me, is commendable, no violence, no burning effigy's, no lathi charge. The mob is angry yet no violence, calm candle light protest against the system.<br /><br />I salute this 73 year old man for his courage and strength.I am with him.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-5777560901161024605?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/DCMQghEzeIo" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com4http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-all-losers-against-anna-hazare.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-13120051571529063972011-04-03T09:58:00.000+05:302011-04-03T09:58:57.467+05:30WE, THE CHAMPIONSNo pictures, no painted faces...i have got nothing to show what it means...but i feel the same as the one billion heart of Indians do.<br /><br />We are now the <i><b>CHAMPIONS</b></i>.<br /><br />Teams hard work and our beliefs finally paid off. After a wait of exactly 28 years, it was again our day, we have now been there, <i><b>WON</b></i> that.And as Sachin himself said, "Its never too late to win the world cup"<br /><br /><i>AV</i> had been forcing me to write about the matches...Ind vs Eng (which he saw in stadium, and saw THE GOD play; there, i mentioned it,happy :P),Ind vs Aus, Ind vs Pak, but i believed we would take the victory lap. And we did.<br /><br />Thank you Team India, you have made each one of us a <b><i>CHAMPION</i></b>.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mmrpevZIBB4/TZf2_1tJwBI/AAAAAAAAAOM/911PewMPC90/s1600/champ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="190" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mmrpevZIBB4/TZf2_1tJwBI/AAAAAAAAAOM/911PewMPC90/s320/champ.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />(how i wish their was Sourav Ganguly, amidst all the celebrations, taking the victory lap)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-1312005157152906397?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/Tq6QEDPw5xA" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com4http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-champions.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-17272567776879027632011-03-14T06:34:00.001+05:302011-03-14T06:36:27.583+05:30Random Questions Tag =)Such Randomness because am too bored and sleepless... =/<br />I saw this tag in <a href="http://coffeeandmadness.blogspot.com/">Chandana's blog</a> : <a href="http://coffeeandmadness.blogspot.com/">A cup of coffee and a spark of madness</a> ; i like her blog name..very easy, relaxed, it brings a smile on my face each time i read it =)<br /><br />So here the questions begin:<br /><b>1. Where were you three hours ago?</b><br />Lazing around, watching Dear John =D<br /><br /><b>2. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?</b><br />Nope, i repel pink i guess =/<br /><br /><b>3. What are you wearing right now?</b><br />Very corny question though, but yeah jammies and superman tee (i am obsessed with them =P)<br /><br /><b>4. What are the colors of your bedroom walls?</b><br />Lavender<br /><br /><b>5. Who is the last person you sent a message/comment/BBM ?</b><br />Gargi, she has transferred her Insomnia via interface to me =|<br /><br /><b>6. What does your last text message say?</b><br />3G :P (activating the services you see :P)<br /><br /><b>7. Can you taste the difference between Pepsi and coke?</b><br />Nope..don't like them..i prefer sprite.<br /><br /><b>8. Is your hair curly or straight?</b><br />They are moody..curlish...straightish..wavish =|<br /><br /><b>9. What is the hardest thing you ever had to do?</b><br />Kick start a Yamaha =|<br /><br /><b>10. Favorite two color combination</b><br />Black & Grey; Black & White<br /><br /><b>11. What is your favorite accessory</b><br />My fastrack's biker collection poster watch =P<br /><br /><b>12. Which current celebrity style do you admire the most</b><br />Right now...umm...Anushka Sharma<br /><br /><b>13. What is your favorite fashion store/shop</b><br />Okay....tough question...i found, was rather gifted, my latest Superman tee from Graphitee, so yeah..Graphitee =P<br /><br /><b>14. When was the last time you drove out of town</b><br />Drove...umm...i went to gaziabad few months back..would that count =/<br /><br /><b>15. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear</b><br />Its too early in the morning...my refrigerator's stabilizer is making noise =|<br /><br /><b>16. What was the last thing you bought</b><br />New local sim for my sister & an envelop to dispatch my college admission form.<br /><br /><b>17. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up in the morning</b><br />You...you know who...!!!<br /><br /><b>18. Favorite Food</b><br />Very very tough question..but if i have to..then Rajma Chawal =)<br /><br /><b>19. Biggest turn off</b><br />People who are all about themselves<br /><br /><b>20. What do you always have on you/wear</b><br />This rakhi Maa tied on my hand on my last b'day =)<br /><br /><b>21. What does your screen name mean/how did you come up with it</b><br />I don't like the whole idea of screen name..no offense...its my real name...daddy came up with it..after a lot of researching =D<br /><br /><b>22. Favorite style of top/blouse</b><br />I wear none...i avoid top/blouses...i feel very comfortable in an over sized tee or Kurta (and am not fat =|)<br /><br /><b>23. Favorite tv show.</b><br />Lapataganj On Sab :P (All time fav: Friends)<br /><br /><b>24. Favorite TV show from childhood</b><br />Tintin, Shaktiman, Telly Tubies, Captain Vyom, He Man... ( I feel sad for today's kids..such crappy cartoons they have =/)<br /><br /><b>25. What does your dream bedroom look like</b><br />Very very spacious,huge french windows,comfy huge bed, huge bathroom, huge book shelf, giant wardrobe (i hope by then..the change my family wants in me is there)...everything HUGE :P<br /><br />Okay so it is done already....and am still bored and sleepless.<br /><br />I am not this boring person as i am coming out to be here...don't judge me =|<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K1LmQgpaQg8/TX1pJqRzBSI/AAAAAAAAANs/mS71BFVNGLY/s1600/Question_mark_by_anyffe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="254" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K1LmQgpaQg8/TX1pJqRzBSI/AAAAAAAAANs/mS71BFVNGLY/s320/Question_mark_by_anyffe.jpg" /></a></div><br />The picture here...oh well...its all random..and i love GEMS :P<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-1727256777687902763?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/OkA2eUfv8dY" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com14http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2011/03/random-questions-tag.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-52443204868559116322011-03-14T05:21:00.000+05:302011-03-14T05:21:28.401+05:30....all she has is BELIEF<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sCN0g7Akx3Q/TX0ZHvfwJAI/AAAAAAAAANk/BymmBunniH0/s1600/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="311" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sCN0g7Akx3Q/TX0ZHvfwJAI/AAAAAAAAANk/BymmBunniH0/s320/love.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br />They had their issues,but that everyone has,she wanted to be strong.<br /><br />He discarded everything she had done, he discarded his mistakes she didn't notice.<br />But she still <i>remembers</i> what had kept them together all this while, the little things that bought them <i>close</i>,the li'l gestures of his.....<br /><br />She never said much, she <i>believed</i> she never had to...<br /><br />It has been long...but she remembers the times they had together....<br />she can't feel them now, may be because of the pain....but she <i>believes</i> he'll be back soon..to remind her of how it felt...<br /><br />And so she <i>believes</i>...<i><b>they'll get their happy ending........</b></i>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-5244320486855911632?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/2sY_ShqozZ0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com6http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-she-has-is-belief.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-22390312305781658472011-03-12T17:36:00.001+05:302011-03-12T17:43:33.394+05:30..wish i could turn back timePhotographs freezes the moment, takes you back in time, at least for a while.<br /><br />I was going through my school farewell pictures my friend had uploaded on facebook, so much has changed in just 4 years. We were different people back then.<br /><br />It's just been 4 years or its already been 4 years..both expression are exclamatory.When we all left school, we knew things would change, life would change, but none of us had a clue...that we won't be the same anymore.<br /><br />Change is constant & change is for good..but i want to go back in time, be my old self.Life is all about moving forward, but i want to step back, go back in time.Life was simple then.Our complains were about how much homework we had to do, we wanted to kill Newton for that apple falling on his head & Einstein for creating that equation, wanted to stop electrons from jumping into another shell.We cribbed about getting up early in the morning for PT, about the monotonous food in mess, long prep hour & regular examinations.I miss those times when McD burger was all we wanted, i miss our group studies & coffee/maggi making nights.I miss our simplicity & dreams. I miss our dreams to own the world, to set our own rules.I miss our zeal to LIVE life.<br /><br />And now, we strive to survive, not live but survive.<br /><br />At times i wish....i could turn back time.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xxxIZ1ITWHU/TXthcMPJ37I/AAAAAAAAANc/e4zw8mTQsdQ/s1600/194554_1293495914361_1739190817_496267_1927388_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xxxIZ1ITWHU/TXthcMPJ37I/AAAAAAAAANc/e4zw8mTQsdQ/s320/194554_1293495914361_1739190817_496267_1927388_o.jpg" /></a></div>Our Farewell Hug :'(<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The one thing that still brings a smile on my face is our memories together & the love we still share.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-2239031230578165847?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/eLaV5bJF6Ok" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com7http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2011/03/wish-i-could-turn-back-time.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-8094976336462065062011-03-10T22:55:00.001+05:302011-03-11T12:49:25.827+05:30Mystery of "Forward" Cities.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mKrte63xOwc/TXkHd-Dk5CI/AAAAAAAAANE/lCdoCh3iZdM/s1600/Cities_The_beautiful_old_city_street_013248_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="250" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mKrte63xOwc/TXkHd-Dk5CI/AAAAAAAAANE/lCdoCh3iZdM/s400/Cities_The_beautiful_old_city_street_013248_.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br />On my way back home from Jaipur, i overheard people talking about how Delhi is a "<i>forward</i>" city.<br /><br />I didn't hear it for the first time though, but even after hearing it time and again, i could never comprehend, what is the reason that Delhi is a forward city and Jaipur/Bihar/Haryana backward.<br /><br />Yes, Delhi/Mumbai/Bangalore/Kolkata are metropolitan cities, are much versed with latest trends & technologies, have better education system, are more in news; well that would be for both good & bad reasons.<br /><br />People belonging to metropolitan cities are mainly referred as the "forward" and i wonder why. Just because, girls here at the age of 25 think about their career instead of naming her second child, wear jeans instead of ghunghaat, belief's in herself instead of depending on her husband for every penny she needs.<br /><br />We are considered forward because college kids go to bars, pubs, hookah joints. As far as i can think of, in villages too hookah's are famous among both men & women.Out here in the cities, we just go at posh joints, spend more money and do the same thing as they do.They drink <i><b>desi daaru</b></i> and here we prefer a known label. At least here we are conscious of the quantity. I am not discarding the number of accidents, but exceptions are every where.<br /><br />People is smaller cities (no offense please) have this set notion of theirs about people belonging to metros, they consider all girls <b>whores</b> and every guy <b>playboy</b>.Well, there might be few that way, and some people just have this habit of showing off way too much, but don't judge us...we don't judge you.We are like any other soul, we care about family values as much as the so called "small towners" do.We breathe the same air, eat the same food...stop putting a label.<br /><br />Cities,metropolitan or not have a better education system,law and order and if all that is being forward, well, i am "FORWARD".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-809497633646206506?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/kv0L1tP-JjA" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com12http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2011/03/mystery-of-forward-cities.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-4365697668301893402011-03-08T20:57:00.000+05:302011-03-08T20:57:58.525+05:30Very First Award...Yay..!! :D :D<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7yJgk44Ee_I/TXZEGW6-LBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/HbOLXL5no3U/s1600/stylish-blogger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="160" width="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7yJgk44Ee_I/TXZEGW6-LBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/HbOLXL5no3U/s400/stylish-blogger.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />My very first blog award, i feel awesome :D :D<br />Thank you so very much <a href="http://coffeeandmadness.blogspot.com/">Chandana</a> from <a href="http://coffeeandmadness.blogspot.com/">A cup of coffee and a spark of madness</a><br />Appreciation feels great.<br />Thank you to all those, who took out time to read my blog.I have always enjoyed writing about things i care about, being appreciated for the same makes it even more fun. :)<br />I wasn't regular lately because my maternal uncle had brain hemorrhage & was in ICU, but i promise to be regular from now on. :)<br />Thank you once again :)<br /><br />So following the rules, 7 things about me...ummm....<br />1.I eat a lot, i mean a lot, show me a Domino's pamphlet and I'll drool :P Am not fat though, am not petite either :P<br />2.I hate roaming around uselessly, i feel awesome sitting at home and starring at the ceiling :D<br />3. I love Govinda songs :D :D<br />4. I am scared of everything, yes everything, animals, height, water(though i know how to swim), dark...everything. =/<br />5. I am very very shy, my friends and kins won't agree, but they are friends & family :P<br />6. I am pappu, and i can't dance saala :P<br />7. I can't stand holes in socks :P<br /><br />Now passing the baton :P<br /><a href="http://mysticalskepticalme.blogspot.com/">Mystical Skeptical Me</a><br />Congrats Girl :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-436569766830189340?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/khp4CW234AI" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com10http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2011/03/very-first-awardyay-d-d.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-39294844286524326242011-03-08T20:26:00.001+05:302011-03-09T14:57:20.376+05:30Happy Women's DayToday is OUR day :)<br />Lot has been already said, but nothing would be enough to describe the importance of women. Hate us, love us, condemn us, you are nothing without us.<br />As quoted by Margret Thatcher,if you want something said, ask a man; if you want something done, ask a woman.<br /><br />I have met many women, so have you. There hasn't been a single women i met, who hasn't struggled in life, who got her way easily.Stating one particular women strongest would be unfair to he rest. But, this lady, i have known the most, saw her sob silently while been condemned, laughing her heart out at the tinniest thing, taking care of the world and forgetting herself.She taught me to be strong amidst all atrocities, sh taught me to never give up, she made me what i am today.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9UCq-56t1c/TXdH8_uhEnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/vkmLLeYObL4/s1600/02022009695%2Bmaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9UCq-56t1c/TXdH8_uhEnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/vkmLLeYObL4/s400/02022009695%2Bmaa.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Maa,i am the luckiest to have you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-3929484428652432624?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/wYegVIooEPo" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com3http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-womens-day.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-16185923494326918602011-02-24T14:34:00.005+05:302011-02-24T19:44:00.183+05:30To the women of todayWhile browsing through various blogging sites, i found <a href="http://www.indusladies.com/forums/blogs/induslady/4493-indusladies-2nd-annual-international-womens-page6.html#comments">IndusLadies</a> , and the competition announcement here got me excited.I thought to myself, what is the harm in participating and I had this very blog post written in my draft long back, but never found the exact time to post it.This seemed perfect.This contest is in prelude to International Woman's Day.Topic is: “A perspective on roles of Indian Women”, it is the celebration of womanhood.So, this is my entry for the contest.I tag <a href="http://mysticalskepticalme.blogspot.com/">Mystical Skeptical Me</a>, <a href="http://duskndawn-fatima.blogspot.com/">Fatima</a> and <a href="http://whitelilyz.blogspot.com/">Annie</a>.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.indusladies.com/forums/blogs/induslady/indusladies-2nd-annual-international-womens-4493/">Indusladies 2nd Annual International Woman's Day Blog Contest</a><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WccTxkVDn4I/TWUAW-DxITI/AAAAAAAAAMA/W2qHm2uIqtY/s1600/Indusladies.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="250" width="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WccTxkVDn4I/TWUAW-DxITI/AAAAAAAAAMA/W2qHm2uIqtY/s320/Indusladies.gif" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Smart, focused, multitasking, well read would be one of the few adjectives that are used to describe the "women of today". She has come a long way from being confined in a stereotypical box, programmed to play the perfect daughter, sister, wife, daughter-in-law.Now she is all this and much more.<br />If not entirely, society has now giving her the status that she was claimed to have.She is now both an ideal wife and an ideal employee. She isn't happy with just one, because she is aware of her capacity to do more.<br /><br />To me, women is the sole reason for the existence of this world, as she is the the only one conducive to life.Her prime role is of a mother,she not only gives birth. but nurtures the world with her warmth and love, protects them from the atrocities.<br />Never has a women been in the center stage, because she has the heart to back down and let others flourish. Society has always been gender biased, men have always been considered superior to women, and she quietly settled in the backseat, so that they feel comfortable being the forefront.<br /><br />Women has always been a night watchman.When in trouble, she is the one to rely on. She'll take everything on her stride and lay forth a smooth path for everybody else to walk on.Women have always been mocked about being a complex human, about being the sole reason for differences.Little notice has been given on how selfless her deeds have always been, just because she loves you, she'll sacrifice herself and never even ask.Even if they have been selfish, they were thinking about the well being of her family.<br /><br />Today, women is everywhere, there is nothing that a woman hasn't accomplished.And there would be nothing that she won't be capable of.Be it an entrepreneur or a home maker, they have there own success stories.They are not just responsible for their own success, but for others too. <br /><br />A lot has been written on paper, she is a deity on on paper and a doormat in real.Things have improved a lot from my mom's time to mine, but there is still scope. The one thing that didn't change was, a women was happy being both, a deity and a doormat, as long as everybody else was happy.And this is her beauty.<br /><br />Many stories are published about the strength of women, and how she freed herself from the clenches of an overpowering man.But those are just drops in ocean. Every woman has a story of her own, which might not appeal somebody to write a book, but there is a story.From our mothers to us, somewhere, we all have fought our own battles.She has cried her eyes out, felt weak, but with each tear drop, they could see the light refracting, they never gave up. I, myself, have seen a story unfold in front of my eyes.<br /><br />A girl, married at the age of 15, now 55, has struggled all her life and still is.Being married at such a young age,little did she knew, what she had in store.All her life she fought, when she couldn't have a child,when her husband fought with death,when in laws assaulted her,when she had a little girl, when she was told to marry her off.She couldn't study much, but has a eye for textile, she can easily give a NID graduate a run for their money.Every battle, she fought with her poise intact, never did she succumb the pressure. Though, herself couldn't study much, but gave her daughter all resources. From her i learned, education does enlighten you, but there's more knowledge waiting for you in the outside world.Education, independence is required, but it is not just for the so call "educated" women.The woman of today is not who has degrees from Oxford, but is the one who believes in herself.<br /><br />A woman's success today is the outcome of her own strength,determination. She has earned it.<br /><br />Helen Reddy's song describes every woman's feeling...<br /><br /><i> I am woman, hear me roar<br />In numbers too big to ignore<br />And I know too much to go back an' pretend<br />'Cause I've heard it all before<br />And I've been down there on the floor<br />No one's ever gonna keep me down again<br /><br />Oh yes, I am wise<br />But it's wisdom born of pain<br />Yes, I've paid the price<br />But look how much I gained<br />If I have to, I can do anything<br />I am strong<br />I am invincible<br /><b>I AM A WOMAN</b><br /><br /><br /><br /></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-1618592349432691860?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/whJUz1Cm4dc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com12http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-women-of-today.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-52380421937796180182011-02-23T13:15:00.001+05:302011-02-23T14:08:31.956+05:30The UGLY TruthIt was that time again, she was standing in the lab, doing the same practicals as she did last year..stirring the test tube...effervescence bubbles oozing out...<br />Gazing at them..took her back in time, when she was 16, fresh out of school, a carefree, happy-go-lucky, like any other ordinary girl.<br /><br />Little did she knew about what awaits her, how mean this world is.It was her first day of college, she was away from parents, she was bit scared but then it was a new beginning, she had the most bright smile on her face.That place didn't make her happy, it wasn't as welcoming as she had thought,but her hopes didn't die..she thought to herself,"It's just the first day".Following days were not friendly either, she was making up her mind slowly that these three years, won't be easy. But miraculously things changed, her classmates were now nice to her, teachers were kind too. She was now relaxed, she thought to herself, "I am so naive, after all we are all new here"<br /><br />Now days were less stressful for her. She was back being herself. She had no clue, what awaits her, what was the motive of those people being nice to her.<br /><br />One day, a teacher of hers called her in his cabin,she had asked for a book which was just available for staff members. She went in there with a smile, and when she came out the world had changed for her. She was not the same person any more, the world wasn't the same for her.<br /><br />A tear rolled down her cheek, she came back in present,realized where she was standing. She finished her practical and went back home.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5NmXHqcITIs/TWS6IYDD_3I/AAAAAAAAALY/7A8PrzNnWQ8/s1600/alone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="186" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5NmXHqcITIs/TWS6IYDD_3I/AAAAAAAAALY/7A8PrzNnWQ8/s320/alone.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br />She sat in a corner, the memory of that day was still fresh in her mind, it haunted her every now and then.For the world, she was confident,unperturbed, but inside, she was shattered.<br /><br />She had never expected what happened to her in that room, she couldn't believe what she heard her teacher saying. She was threatened never to open her mouth, she was too overwhelmed to react to anything that time.<br /><br />She went back home for holidays, she was too scared and embarrassed to tell her parents about it. When she refused to join college again, her father guessed something was wrong. He tried asking, but she could never gather the strength to tell him everything.<br />He took her back to college, talked to authorities, they assured her she will be fine and the issue would be taken care of, he assured her, that she'll be fine here, everything is okay now.She was still scared, but she had faith in her father.<br /><br />Three years passed, they weren't the best, but she was glad that its over. She can start it all afresh.<br /><br />July 18, just the day she got through the college she wanted to join for her post grad, her graduation result came.It was the shock of her life.She wasn't given marks in her practicals, she<b> FAILED</b>.<br /><br />She fainted the moment she saw this, she was an above average student all her life, she had never even reappeared for a re-test in class. This was huge, and more so because of the hostile three years she had. Now, nothing could have been done to rectify it. She had to repeat the whole year.Her parents supported her all through this, but the faith in her had died.<br /><br />She just stood for what was right, she stood for her principles, sleeping with someone to take up a step ahead in life wasn't her. She took a stand,and she was crushed. That one year,taught her the meaning of Harper Lee's statement,"<b>People are people where ever you put them"</b>. Nobody was same to her, when she used to worry about her future, people though of her being selfish, when she cried, people told her she herself doesn't want to be happy nor can she someone else happy. <br /><br />She had maintained her composure entire year, but she was human after all, she had the right to cry when she was sad, she had the right to be afraid of the unknown.<br /><br />She was hurt, the result did leave a scar on her academic qualification, but the consequences she went through, left a scar on her heart, that would never heal. People whom she counted on, whom she had thought would be friends for life, mocked her by calling her "Dukhi Atma". She wasn't a sad soul, she was just hurt.The guy she loved, despite of knowing her inside out, wasn't patient with her too.People told her she should have handled that situation, and when she asked them HOW, they had no answer.They complained that she wasn't the same anymore, she nodded along, because now she couldn't be the same.They accused her she didn't handle it well, she had nothing to say, but she thought to herself, i survived, i never gave hope, i believed things would change soon.She was sure, she'll get her happy ending.<br /><br />And one day,when she had enough of them,she left them all. She was tired of people judging her, so one day she gave everybody a piece of her mind. And as she had expected, everybody left. But she had no regrets. All her life, she had learnt to stand up for yourself, and she did.She was hurt when everybody turned their back towards her, but she thought to herself, "this is the real world".You either lose your conscience, else, good luck surviving.<br /><br />Only one complaint she had from the world, <b><i>Why wasn't she WARNED</i></b>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-5238042193779618018?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/oeGPdUdFyRo" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com10http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2011/02/ugly-truth.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-83310924230115079302011-02-15T13:56:00.001+05:302011-02-15T23:50:21.174+05:30Valentine Day, eh =/<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nj5yJUR0ZRk/TVo37DEHUwI/AAAAAAAAALE/XRkZ0zqvBfI/s1600/Valentine_Heart_Confetti.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nj5yJUR0ZRk/TVo37DEHUwI/AAAAAAAAALE/XRkZ0zqvBfI/s320/Valentine_Heart_Confetti.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />Yeah, my reaction was the same, eh..!!<br />Valentine Days are cursed..at least for me.Not a single valentine day, since the day i realized what valentines day are, have been good. =|<br />But now am thinking that curse is being lifted... :D<br />Yesterday went just fine...except for the part that my leg is bruised, by some ghost am guessing, because i don't remember when and how it happened. I slept fine, but woke up with terrible pain, so much that i can't even walk right now. But, yeah that's not the Valentine curse, am careless. =|<br />Every Valentine went fighting with <i>THE VALENTINE</i>, but this time, no fights, no disagreements at all. :D<br />I am not a believer of Valentines Day, but then, expressing your love, i would never so no to that. :D<br />Am not really a mushy mush, but, whats the harm in being one, for a day, ay ;-)<br />Entire day, was nothing mushy as such , i spent the day watching Castle and then Flashforward, what awesome series :D<br />Too much of hardcore stuff on Valentines Day, so then it was the "awwwwwww movies" time, saw Going the distance & then Letters To Juliet :)<br />Going the distance, had thought i would relate to, but naay, and Letters to Juliet,almost made me cry, and Brit Boys are super hot ;-)<br />How did yours go..?!?<br /><br /><br />p.s: Late post, because, web cam dinners are tiring ;-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-8331092423011507930?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/Ga1_U50cOmM" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com6http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentine-day-eh.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-48774107115479801602011-02-13T20:02:00.001+05:302011-02-13T20:02:58.601+05:30Till distance does us apart....?!?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c7fxvpmwn2s/TVfkImNNXJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/V72W1eUqcJQ/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="242" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c7fxvpmwn2s/TVfkImNNXJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/V72W1eUqcJQ/s320/11.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><b>Him</b>: Why does such a trivial thing matter so much to you, it a friend's sister engagement, not mine....why are we arguing about it.<br /><b>She</b>: Why didn't you care to tell me..?<br /><b>Him</b>: It wasn't important, it is nothing, i myself barely remember it.Big deal.<br /><b>Sh</b>e: It is a big deal, for me.<br /><b>Him</b>: You just have a habit of making issues out of nothing.<br /><b>She</b>: Yes, its my habit, i have a habit of making issues about things i care.<br /><b>Him</b>: Care..care...you call this care, fighting over nothing, you call it care..?!?<br /><b>She</b>: I am fed up of being the second lady....<br /><b>Him</b>: Wait, wait wait....second lady...what are you accusing me of, i am cheating on you...how long have you been thinking this way...this is amazing, my girlfriend thinks am cheating on her..this is your trust...this is what our relation was based on...i can't believe it..3 years..and you think this...<br /><b>She</b>: At least listen to me...let me finish....<br /><b>Him</b>: Finish, finish what..is there anything left now...you don't trust me...you yourself said..you are sick of being the second lady....second lady..what else does it mean....<br /><br /><br />He kept yelling at her for half hour, she kept quite, sobbed silently, he was a very calm person, this side of his was unknown to her, he didn't stop, he didn't want to listen, he kept blaming her...and she just kept silent...she knew he loves her, too much...all she wanted was to be heard.....<br />But he had made his decision, he left...!!<br /><br />........and as he hung up, she mumbled to herself," ..am fed up of knowing so less about you, am fed up of this distance, i know its still two years for you to finish college, but i am fed up of not being there with you, of not knowing everything about you, am fed up of this distance taking toll on me, i don't want every minute record of yours, but i just don't want to miss any bit of you, i love you so much"<br /><br />Casper had said," If i tell you i love you, can i keep you forever...?", may be she should have said it, loud and clear, or may be the vows should be changed to...."Till distance does us apart"<br /><br /><br />p.s: Tomorrow is Valentines Day, wishing everybody happiness and love :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-4877410711547980160?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/k6fX5SO11KM" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com12http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2011/02/till-distance-does-us-apart.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-42512395290154550862011-02-12T23:22:00.001+05:302011-02-12T23:29:11.635+05:30....but that memory never faded<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FYjt30Q7318/TVbImp2HTuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/NWN8NBWi9-o/s1600/silent-tears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="213" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FYjt30Q7318/TVbImp2HTuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/NWN8NBWi9-o/s320/silent-tears.jpg" /></a></div><br />Just like any other day...she was sitting gazing at her laptop, when a kid's howling distracted her. And soon before she could realize, a tear rolled down her cheek.<br /><br />That cry was familiar to her, that plea for help, the immense faith on kins & being let down. That child calling his mother to help him, it was her few years back. The tear was unwilling to roll down, but she had no control, memories raced back, that crying of hers was echoing in her ears, she could feel herself struggling again, she could hear herself screeching, holding out for her kins to come save her.<br /><br />She didn't want to walk back on that path, she tried to tuck herself to sleep, but that voice, that screeching became louder, as if that pain was pulling her back, she crumbled, as if protecting herself, but by then it was too late, she could feel those bruises again, she could see her kins standing at the door ,when her uncle beat her, she wished, to death.She was in pain, and she was sorry, all she wanted was for her hero's to come and save her.With each hit, her faith was bruised. With the image of her kins standing at the door, her eyes shut.<br /><br />She woke up startled, all sweaty, throat hurting, eyes wet. She felt her body to find those bruises while she swallowed the lump in her throat, they weren't there. She took a deep breath. Just then, her Mom came, to ask if everything was fine with her, she forced a smile, nodded and said, "Nightmare, Maa". Her Mom smiled back to her and closed the door behind her as she left.<br /><br />And as her mother walked away, a tear rolled down again. She knew it wasn't a nightmare,she relived one. 6 years later, a child she merely knew, made her race to the memories, she had thought she had forgotten.<br /><br />She lied down, curled up in her bed,thinking why didn't they stop her uncle.She was just 14, little did she knew about good and bad, they could have punished her, not bruised her for life, after all she was their child. She fell, and it was their duty to pick her up and put her back on track, not push her more towards the pit.<br /><br />She still thought no less of her kins, neither did she love them any less, but a void was there, her why was unanswered, she was bruised for life.<br /><br />Those scar might have faded.....but that memory never did.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-4251239529015455086?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/4e35vk-58-g" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com7http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2011/02/but-that-memory-never-faded.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-17423478811824688972011-02-03T16:30:00.000+05:302011-02-03T16:30:03.832+05:30Ba ba black sheep....have you any SCHOOL<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TUqKFDh4NxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/dZ3nCYmjnOo/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="126" width="192" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TUqKFDh4NxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/dZ3nCYmjnOo/s320/1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><b><i>Monster Admission</i></b> is back and is more cruel. First the victims were just school pass outs, crawling there way to Med schools/B Schools/Law schools/Engg Colleges. Now the evil Admission Monster is not sparing tiny tots, just out of their cocoon.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TUqKPV5TkjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/C6TzWg9R0O4/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="191" width="264" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TUqKPV5TkjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/C6TzWg9R0O4/s320/3.jpg" /></a></div><br />Li'l kids, in this chilly Delhi winter morning,along with there helpless yet hopeful parents, were taking round of schools, trying to find one tiny way to get in, to be there in the "eligible" list set down by school administration.<br /><br />This Admission Monster is becoming stronger with passing years, the creators of this monster are providing it with more and more power.<br /><br />It is torturous enough prepping to get into college, now setting up such strict norms for primary education is pure evil. Its is every child's right to be entitled to primary education. With growing population in India and limited resources, its hard enough to get a child enrolled in a school, and now setting up a "cut-off" mark for a 4 year old...what the hell.<br /><br />Parents were and still are, interviewed before admission, which sounds fair enough, but interviewing a child, who just dressed up and came there because his daddy promised him/her a candy, is insane. A 21 one year old me has no clue about what i want in life and many a times can't talk sense, how on this earth do you expect a toddler who still can't sleep without bed time story from Mommy, to talk sensibly and know it all.<br /><br />Entrance exam to get admission in Pre-nursery/Nursery, what the phuck. Aren't CAT/MAT/AIEEE/IITJEE/GMAT/SAT/DPMT enough? And moreover, what are those people testing the children for..?!? Those kids are 4 and they are being sent to school, so that you teach them all those things, if parents have to teach everything, then why are they paying to maximum fraction of their income..?<br /><br />And if all these grilling sessions was not enough, private schools just can't get enough money, they would rob one & they would rob all. Recently a Hindi news channel, Aaj tak, did a sting operation on popular West Delhi Schools to find out the real story of admission procedure. According to government rule, a child/family from EWS (Economically Weaker Sections) are not supposed to be charged for any admission procedure. Government would be paying Rs1300 per student per month to the school for children, which is not enough of the school administration. Read the statement of Delhi Education Minister Arvinder Singh Lovely <a href="http://righttoeducation.in/media/admit-ews-students-or-face-action-warns-lovely">here</a>. Even after such strong statement from the education Minister itself , the school authorities fail to follow the law. In that sting operation, all those "popular" school were caught on camera asking for money. Even the school in which i studied for 10 long years was in the list. <a href="http://aajtak.intoday.in/videoplay.php/videos/view/48771/2/121">These</a> videos are making it perfectly clear that even after admission, students and their parents wont be spared. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TUqKbUZGw4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/BrGH05Y53j8/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="183" width="275" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TUqKbUZGw4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/BrGH05Y53j8/s320/2.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/chandigarh/EWS-students-Schools-not-keeping-up/articleshow/5609326.cms">This</a> piece of news just confirms how they never give up & by some way or the other find a disgusting ways to earn more & show less. Philanthropist they call themselves, i say Misanthropist, pure evil.<br /><br />I don't know, whom exactly to blame, lack of governance, poor law and order or heartless administrators.What they don't realize or don't want to realize is, those kids are the future & they are not setting up a fine example. And this greed of theirs, would not only ruin the life of the kids, it'll come back & bite them in their ass too.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-1742347881182468897?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/KroqM42KjdQ" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com2http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2011/02/ba-ba-black-sheephave-you-any-school.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-59259954837427632312011-01-23T06:39:00.002+05:302011-01-23T06:42:43.965+05:30Veena BOMB<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TTt-h5rzCjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BR1DQ4x5_24/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TTt-h5rzCjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BR1DQ4x5_24/s320/4.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br />Source and reason for this post the new sensation <i><b>VEENA MALIK</b></i> and her latest interview on some Pakistan news channel, watch it <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kaY0nEiiBPo">here</a><br /><br />She is a household name now, how to gain quick publicity, she knows all the tricks of the trade.<br />I cursed myself for watching the show but still didn't miss a single episode. During the 3 months of the show, this was mine & Gaga's, my super awesome girlfriend, favorite bitching topic. Addiction limits were so high that she saw it on her iphone when her laptop had gone for repairing. :D :D<br /><br />Any who, a lot was said by maulvis, the priests of Islam, when she was inside the house and the talks, allegations haven't stopped yet. Awesome publicity gainer for her though.<br /><br />So, this hindi news channel was showing these interview clippings, veena malink at what she does the best, being bitchy & slutty. So, this maulvi was asking her about her "actions" inside her house & does her conscience agrees with it. A lot was said from both sides many of which i couldn't understand..Urdu is such a tough language =/<br /><br />She was going all bizarre about how could they release fatwa against her, that she didn't do anything wrong or against islam and gazillion other Rakhi Sawant stuff.That womenhood, and "you go Girl" motive of hers she tried to prove, if how she being a women was made a soft target.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TTt-wmDRoqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/bLKCy8N6sRs/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="206" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TTt-wmDRoqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/bLKCy8N6sRs/s320/1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TTt-7y-JvzI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xzbuLtjhuPc/s1600/3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TTt-7y-JvzI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xzbuLtjhuPc/s320/3.png" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TTt_BumKKfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/B8tsZq8hug4/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="260" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TTt_BumKKfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/B8tsZq8hug4/s320/2.jpg" /></a></div><br />Guess the sensuous massages, the orgasmic expressions and cozy cuddly sleeping is a part of her daily itinerary then.<br /><br />Only one point of her's i agreed too was its not just because of her that Pakistan's name was demolished, the list goes long. And that if fatwa is to be released for anti-islamic behaviour, many other should get it first too. Yes she wasn't the first one to wear such scanty clothes & be "friendly" and give "respect & love" to other fellow human.<br /><br />But the maulvi was correct bit by bit. Lady, you made the show primetime porn, totally 'A' rated, i could never watch it with parents, youtube came to my rescue each time. The so called womenhood you stood for, you disgraced each one of us.<br />Being the ghost slut that you are..might get a handful of things done for you..but then this world has few humans too.<br /><br />And if 3 months of torture wasn't enough, news says she'll be here in cricket matches too, world cup seems so dull now.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-5925995483742763231?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/0LGHSv3-i5I" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com2http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2011/01/veena-bomb.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-88826486548284088482011-01-12T05:12:00.000+05:302011-01-12T05:12:11.528+05:30You Me aur Hum ♥<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TSzk_Cq0WsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YoGSWlr5HA0/s1600/ever%2Bthine%2Bever%2Bmine%2Bever%2Bours.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="290" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TSzk_Cq0WsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YoGSWlr5HA0/s320/ever%2Bthine%2Bever%2Bmine%2Bever%2Bours.jpg" /></a></div><br />One of those sleepless nights...unfinished talk :(<br /><br />I look back at the amazing time when we are together & think to myself..why are you so far away... :(<br />With so little time together & with so much to say...<br />the distance between us seems endless...those "<i><b>miles apart, a breath close</b></i>" theories seem unfathomable...<br /><br />Glancing through our photos..its unfair that we stay apart, because with you i have stars in my eyes, smile on my face, world at my feet...with you everyday is a special day. As they say love is, you make me weak on my knee, you make my heart beat fast, you make my palm sweat, you make my throat go dry.<br /><br />After each of the gazillion senseless fight over actually nothing i think is all this stress worth it.... and the moment i hear phone ringing again with your name flashing...my heart says....<i><b>TOTALLY</b><b></b></i>.<br /><br />Too much of mush is not me, so i make fun of all you say knowing that you already know that i want everything you want for us and i want nothing but to be with you.<br /><br />Patiently we wait through the year, for that time to come, prepare ourselves for the con of the year, make plans, and even if they don't turn out to be the way we thought, we look at each other & just be happy that we are <i><b>together</b><b></b></i>.<br /><br />With you..time flies, with just a blink it is again time for you to go back...<br />With you...all i want is to freeze the time, the world to stop and that moment to never end.<br /><br />It hurts when i need you the most, i don't have you around, but it soothes me down to just know you are there...wanting to be with me as much as i do.<br /><br />You ask me all the time, why do i reach for your hands to hold the first thing we meet, and i mock you saying i don't want you to get lost in the crowd, i hold you close because i don't want to loose you, because without you I'll be lost in that unfamiliar crowd.<br /><br />You adore my weirdest habits, you find my goof ups cute, you call me pretty even if i look like a total spas, you answer each time patiently when i ask, <i>when did you know it was love, why do you love me, what is love</i>, you find sense in my total random insane talks, you laugh at my pathetic jokes and with all this happy times, you read my mind when i fall short of words, you see me through when i try to hide my pain.<br /><br />I still don't know what love is, but it sure feels similar to what i feel for you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-8882648654828408848?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/K_uXGBu3utc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com4http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-me-aur-hum.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-37912023177797674002011-01-04T17:52:00.000+05:302011-01-04T17:52:27.986+05:30Tees Maar Khan : Take Two<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TSMQhKlcs9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/492eM5x8R9I/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="194" width="259" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TSMQhKlcs9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/492eM5x8R9I/s320/images.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br />So my undying boredom & unconditional love for movies...forced to me try watching Tees Maar Khan, <b>AGAIN</b>....and i have been cursing myself ever since =/<br /><br />Don't judge me..i was bored & had nothing better to do, now when i think of it..studying would have been a better option.<br /><br />In the first attempt too i could not take the movie for an hour..it was worse this time...couldn't even sit through the self proclaimed number one item song of the year. Sheila ki jawaani is just so useless...doesn't work for me atleast.<br /><br />Loud Akshay Kumar...trying to pull Indian accent Hindi & looking dumb Katrina Kaif, Raghu-Rajeev super weird & creepy twin villain act...nothing..not a single scene in the movie in which you can try to even fake a smile :( <br />Non script movies work (ref: Dabangg), but atleast it had nice enough, eh, original dialouge (ref: hum tumme itne ched karenge & pyaar se daar nahi lagta sahab).<br /><br />But by the end of it..as in end of my patience..i found out...the publicity wasn't wrong. She publicized saying..it is the biggest con of the year...its is the biggest con of the decade...millennium.... (excluding Ram Gopal Verma ki Aag, i haven't watched it..am not that bored...duh..). I must say she pulled the con pretty well..creating such a hype about such a...uuumm..i don't have any decent word for it.. such a *BEEP* movie..bravo bravo.She is the real "<i><b>TEES MAAR KHAN</b><b></b></i>"<br /><br />p.s: i wish it had any of the Khans, preferably...Shahrukh Khan...i would have alone made it a hit film ;-)<br />Yes..am partial, he is my first love :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-3791202317779767400?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/k5rgDbU68YM" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com0http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2011/01/tees-maar-khan-take-two.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-23607518056573678982011-01-02T19:02:00.000+05:302011-01-02T19:02:41.311+05:30Whats there in a name...?!?So...following my new year resolution...here i am..!! :) :)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TSB6r1E2vcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9WREX_cPAd0/s1600/my%2Bname%2Bis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="194" width="259" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TSB6r1E2vcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9WREX_cPAd0/s320/my%2Bname%2Bis.jpg" /></a></div><br />...was going through somebody's blog...she had very beautifully written her life story..her first blog..!!<br />It started with her name..rather her previous name...how that name didn't let her mingle up well, how that name was responsible for her lack of confidence and other stuff...!!<br />After reading i sat back and thought...my name is different too...not many people have the name "BHARGAVI"<br />and in no ways is my name responsible for the person i am. Rather i, for the person i am, give a new definition, a new meaning to my name.<br />Its an old belief that the name that you give your child...child would impersonate that. My name means goddess Parvati..and i am, by no means, even half a penny like we know her.<br /><br />In a numerological/astrological way a name might affect the fate of a person..but does the summation of alphabets of name, its origin solely responsible for what/who the person is...?!?<br /><br />No..definitely no...since kindergarten we are taught, "Make a name for yourself..", so even remotely thinking that a different name would make you is insane.<br />Had success rate been directly proportional to alphabets used in name then adding a dozen A's would have made anybody a billionaire over night.<br /><br /><i><b>Naam se nahi....kaam se insaan banta hai...!!<b></b></i><br /></b><br />Name yourself Sita, gita...sangeeta or Shahrukh...you would be the person that you would want to be..the efforts that you put in to be that person.<br /><br />Having a certain name doesn't effect your likability. Its sad enough that name discriminates us...designates a particular row in caste,creed,religion section..now liking/not liking a person just because they have a certain name..would just increase columns in that section.<br /><br />A very common phrase..."Don't judge the book by it's cover". When you cannot say a book would be good enough for a read by just reading its name..here we are talking about a living being. I feel sad for those people who judge people that way & those who feel name makes any difference.<br /><br />Well, for those who think name makes any difference..i must say easy way to dodge hard work.<br /><br />Name is just your identification tag..same as your passport, voter id is.<br /><br />Call me sheila, call me munni...i'll be famous...anyways ;-)<br /><br />To conclude,<br /> <br /> <b> My name is Bhargavi and my name doesn't make or break me.<i></i></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-2360751805657367898?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/oXne8W9FjhE" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com0http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-there-in-name.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-74574335082286353692010-12-31T19:38:00.000+05:302010-12-31T19:38:46.019+05:30Good Bye 2010Last few hours of this super pathetic year..!!<br />Thank God its over.<br />As its said..too much of anything is bad..so this is it was too much of almost everything..rain..too many events..and now too much cold.<br />So glad it is over.<br />Am here waiting for the clock to tick 12'..and a new chapter to begin..with good hope & faith.<br />Not often do i say this...but am thankful to those people who have been my strength all through this..have stood by me.There is no gesture by which i can express how much i love them.<br />As always..learned my lessons...and with a promise to myself that i would remember them always...Wishing everybody a extremely happy new year.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TR3j1s5u_3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GZ8cD4KC_P4/s1600/smile%2Bflower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="185" width="201" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TR3j1s5u_3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GZ8cD4KC_P4/s320/smile%2Bflower.jpg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-7457433508228635369?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/z9Mgy5amY5g" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com0http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-bye-2010.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-88332366840669019842010-11-26T17:38:00.001+05:302010-12-31T16:52:55.973+05:30Shahrukh bola khubsurat hai tu...!!A Markand movie...!!<br />I'll be biased, obvious reasons..its a Sharukh khan starrer.<br />I like the movie, i like movies with reflect reality & are not that hardcore, which makes you say "hey, that's me" :)<br />Well this movie is all about how movie stars are worshiped in our country. Rajnikanth is well the best example considering his temples in various parts of country.<br />This movie had the Badshah khan as the GOD.<br />So this movie, i was the lead actress, no kidding.<br />Each & every person insanely crazy about King Khan was the main lead.<br />Well, the story is not that amusing, very bollywoodish....the geek meets the GOD at traffic signal with the only non-obvious thing that the geek doesn't turn out be a princess by the end.<br />It portrays..how we magnify the people of that 70mm screen, how we incorporate themselves in our everyday life..how we make people "SUPERSTARS" and later "GOD".<br />Remember when as kids we used to think that "Shaktiman" is real & would come to save us if we fall..its similar to that.<br />Even shaktiman gave a declaration in the beginning of the show that this isn't real, even movies have it when it begins.<br />But, as kids never believed that its the cables making him fly & we would never ever believe that they too are "people".<br />We paint them the way we want, give them characteristics the way we want & *baaaam* we have our GOD ready.<br />Well, to conclude...i would just say...<br /><br />"shahrukh bola khoobsurat hai tu...aur khoobsurat ho gai mai...."<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TR288ip8jDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qyoJCC538Es/s1600/YOu%2Band%2Bme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="197" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TR288ip8jDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qyoJCC538Es/s320/YOu%2Band%2Bme.jpg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-8833236684066901984?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/MKI8FAeMbaI" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com7http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2010/11/shahrukh-bola-khubsurat-hai-tu.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-54398116405183249032010-10-02T19:20:00.000+05:302010-10-02T19:20:27.103+05:30Facebook...really..!!Be it a 80 year old person or 8 year old child, they are "on" Facebook. Its a rage or epidemic, can't justify. It says it connects you to family, friends, but the truth is its no more than a "virtual" world.<br />Facebook, most popular social networking site & to confess i am an addict too. I do not worry so much about my grades..but i wait so anxiously for a notification. Yeah, lame as it may sound.<br />Everybody i know, has the same symptoms. Being "liked" , being "commented" on was once frowned upon, but not any more. It tells you your popularity & likability. I am a victim too..so won't demolish my own integrity by criticizing it more.<br />What irks me is how fake can people get, with the presence of an interface between two people how much changes.<br />I appreciate the fact that with people having so limited time..this is one breather..but how much is enough is yet to be known.<br />People have a virtual image, that is not even close to what they really are. I say this because i have seen this happening, it's like we are best of friends on facebook & outside, we don't even care to say hie.<br />I reunited with many of my lost school friends, lets say classmates, because with friends i never lost touch.<br />Facebook is more of a publicity stunt & everybody needs it, it makes us famous in our own little world.<br />The only derogatory thing i find in FB is why are people not real. We have an option of reporting if we find a fake profile, but what to do when the real person acts fake.<br />Facebook is actually a faceless book..!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-5439811640518324903?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/csmV1IZL7ew" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com0http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2010/10/facebookreally.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-11952713543488435442010-09-24T00:53:00.000+05:302010-09-24T00:53:19.945+05:30I believe in old fashioned love..those ways written in eternal love stories...<br />I can't pounce upon you to let you know i love you & how much you mean to me...what makes me sad & what brings a smile to my face..i believe you would know, all by yourself...<br />I can't impose myself on you.. i don't know those big words to express emotions..those sentimental lines which say it all...<br />there are not enough songs..which expresses all i feel...<br />Am not a "romantic" but i know what love is...<br />Am not cold hearted, am just shy...!!<br /><br />With so less time we have together & so much i want you to know....<br /><br />I can vocal about everything..but not love..<br />I don't know how to express it....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-1195271354348843544?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/hYH5sgxKIJU" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com0http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-believe-in-old-fashioned-love.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-77627258817715718372010-08-25T21:32:00.000+05:302010-08-25T21:32:51.372+05:30Independence for me....15th August, 2010....India completes <i>glorious</i> 63 years of Independence. Glorious i say because the journey has been rough, yet we managed to shine. People had apprehensions after our years of slavery, but we proved them wrong. We carved our niche & now proudly hoist our flag.<br /><br />I mind sound like n hypocrite, who in the previous post criticizes the democracy, calls it a filthy place to stay & now, it being the Independence day, is proud of her nation.<br /><br />I was proud of calling myself Indian the day i wrote that, while i am writing & would be proud till the day i am alive.<br /><br />Independence day is the most coveted "<i>festival</i>" of our country, lesser than 26th January i would say but it is no less. At least for this very day each & every national says "<i>I am Proud to be an INDIAN<b></b></i>." People say its just for the day that we put our flag in our cars, remember the bravery of our soldiers, i say it is the only day we get to express ourselves. We celebrate Father's Day, Mother's Day, Brother's Day, Sister's Day, Friendship's Day, Valentine's Day & every other possible relation day, does that mean we just love our Maa, Daddy, brother-sister, friend or partner that very day..??<br /><br />It is just a day that we dedicate to them, find time off from the busy lives & let them know they are a part of us & how much we love them. Well, i am too against "specifying & concentrating your love" days because this becomes a day for those cheap sleazy people to try & hit on girls with the worst pick up line ever..."<i>You wanna do fraaandhip with me?<b></b></i>" !!@@@!!!###<br /><br />Old experienced people say that the "<i>youth<b></b></i>" of the nation doesn't have that emotion, that patriotism, the zeal with which they fought. I understand their emotion , this fast paced life with no time for self, family or nation leaves them questioning. But, i being a part of youth assure them, they are leaving it in best of hands.<br /><br />People these days worry about how are we going to impart that patriotism in our child, i would rather say they do not need to "teach" us to love our country, we were not taught to love out parents, we just did.<br /><br />When i was young my daddy used to teach me national anthem, tell me stories about how my dadaji was involved in the freedom struggle. My daddy was born a year after independence, he heard stories from his father & it passed down to me. As a kid, Daddy used to teach me Bangla, i didn't learn much though....but learnt a patriotic song..a few lines. I used to proudly sing it to my friends. Whenever i read his diary i feel more connected, to some extent feel what they felt. My dadaji was imprisoned for some time, every time i think of it or read it, a painful rush goes through my body. When its so hard for me now to even imagine, my family went through that much.<br /><br />Its hard earned, it is a treasured possession.<br /><br />At times, when things aren't the way they should be, when India doesn't seem the kind of nation it should be, i too feel, that i would shift my base to some developed country, where things are done properly. But, that very moment am dreaded by the thought of being called an "immigrant". I am safe from that label here. I feel safe here because its <i>mine<b></b></i>, people know me here, they are the way i am.<br /><br />With all criticism, we appreciate our country too, things need to change & its we who can do it. We are imperfect too. No matter how much we criticize our country, we would never take anybody else criticism.<br /><br /><i>Tedha hai par mera hai...!!!</i><br /><br /><br /><br />p.s: So late after I Day, because of my stupid stupid stomach infection.<br /><br />JAI HIND.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-7762725881771571837?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/RhXhV9T6aIo" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com0http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2010/08/independence-for-me.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078108029803463826.post-70325348928974181962010-08-04T21:47:00.004+05:302010-08-04T21:51:03.603+05:30Rajneeti<meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style>
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</style> <br /><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TFmSPGAmwMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/q9LADRQPApA/s1600/index.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N53wfuSNXQM/TFmSPGAmwMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/q9LADRQPApA/s400/index.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">Saw “RAJNEETI” few days back…and I haven’t yet recovered from shock.&nbsp;</div><div class="MsoNormal">No, no…the movie is fab, very well made, the backdrop, location, story, music….actors…it’s worth a watch.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">It just left me questioning our “DEMOCRACY”. The way it’s been portrayed…it shook me. It left me questioning is this the real way our “democracy” and so called “democratic party” works…ruthless murders.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Long time back S.Shankar’s movie “NAYAK” was on similar lines, a satire on democracy and functioning of government. Rajneeti was completely political plot, protagonists belonged to political families, rallies, political agenda and what not, it’s all shown the movie.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;Rajneeti has probably the finest actors of the industry as the cast, and yes, it very much includes Arjun Rampal. It starts with Naseerudin’s speech at an election rally, with which every common man would agree, “"<i><b>Ye pet ki maari janta hai mantri ji.do waqt ki roti de dijie janab kisi bhi rang ka jhanda utha legi. Aakhir ye kaisi garibi hai bhaiyo jo apke karodo kharch karne pe bhi khtam nahi ho rahi hai</b></i>”. I have always been a Naseerudin fan, after A Wednesday I was his AC, now what should I be…..? Bad one, it was.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Anyways moving on,&nbsp; it has a typical hindi movie masala but its not in the typical hindi league. Its way above it. Let it just be a "Prakash Jha Movie". This post of mine is not a review of the movie so wont get too critical about anything, in plain simple words i loved the movie.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">But i would surely go critical about the plot of the movie. At first i did not want to believe it all happens for real, but each and every person i asked they answered with "Either you are mad, blind or plain simple dumb" &amp; am none. I was flabbergasted. There was a bit of exaggeration, as told by few, well of course its a movie, fiction and more so creativity, if i may say so, is allowed. But rest all was for R.E.A.L.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I am finding political science amusing these days so i bought NCERT 11th &amp; 12th standard books. These books are confusing too. On one side they praise all about how organized our constitution makers were, how they thought about each and every aspect distinctly and vividly &amp; on the other hand they make those tiny stupid cartoon pop questions at us, which makes us think the exact opposite of it. I know its for us to enhance knowledge and stuff, but its darn confusing, how am i to judge how different it could be had we not "considered" "verses" of other country's constitution.&nbsp;</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I read somewhere that American Constitution has just been amended 10 times in last 250 years compared to ours which as been amended probably 250 times in just 50 years. My reaction was "what the phuck".</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I respect &amp; love my country, would always do no matter what. But these things are disturbing, it not only wavers our mind, also puts down the image of our country.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Rajneeti was none-the-less a mirror image of our parties, i wont argue about its uncanny resemblance with the leading political party.Towards the end, when Katrina Kaif is asked to take up the head of the party post and stand in election, she goes up to Madhopur district and gives her speech in which she says "<i><b>Abhi humare hatho se mehndi ka rang bhi nahi gaya tha ki humse humara sindoor chin liya gaya</b></i>", i thought to myself, who would fall for that, but i recalled, I MYSELF DID. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Prakash Jha captures reality in frames. Gangajal was one another reality.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><b>As is said by a wise man, "<blockquote>Any behavior that gets rewarded, gets repeated</blockquote>". Guess this is why we live in a place where autocracy is spelled n pronounced democracy</b>.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078108029803463826-7032534892897418196?l=bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InkImprints/~4/V59gsClfEFU" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Bhargavi Kashyaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05066318393647542316inkimprintsmark@gmail.com0http://bhargavikashyap.blogspot.com/2010/08/rajneeti.html